Hi, Welcome to my supernatural masterlist! As this is the fandom I seem to have written the most for, it’s taken up around half of my main masterlist, so I thought it’d be easier to have a whole separate one where you can find every fic related to supernatural.
★ - Angst
☆ - Fluff
☆ﾐ - Series
Dean Winchester
★ Careful What You Wish For
Dean’s been pining for his best friend for years now. Though, it isn’t until he breaks out from the Jinn’s dream world (in which she took the role of his girlfriend), that he comes clean.
★ Survivors Guilt
When Dean returns back to the land of the living, he seeks out to locate his girlfriend. He finds her sitting alone at a bar; it’s obvious this time without him has changed her.
★ When Evil isn’t so Bad
Dean was brought up to believe demons were nothing but the enemy, a monster to be slain. But when the Winchester Brothers find Y/n, a demon whose not so bad, his opinion begins to sway.
☆ Remedies for Insomniacs
Y/n is notorious for getting herself hurt. So when she can’t sleep, Dean fixes up everything he can to ease her insomnia.
★The Soulmate Situation
It’s written in every hunter handbook that to stay clear of ones soulmate; a rule of which Dean has lived by all his life. After Y/n fixes up Dean’s wounds, it becomes clear she’s more than just his nurse. The boy does everything he can to push her away.
☆ﾐ The Side Effects of Curses
While hunting a witch, Y/n gets a rather harmful curse placed on her. Slowly, the people around her begin to forget her existence - Dean is the last, and only, person who remembers, stopping at nothing to lift the curse.
Part two
When Y/n bumps into her forgotten friends on a hunt, they team up together, unaware of how they once knew her. Dean gets a hunch something is up and doesn’t stop until he figures out what exactly.
★ Lawless
Y/n is assigned the impossible case of catching the Winchester brothers. When she finally gets her hands on them, a threat of which only they can solve hits. Y/n has no choice but to turn to them for help.
★ If It was a preference
You had your own history with the Winchester brothers, in particular, Dean. So when the two bumped into you, accompanied by a new hunter partner, jealousy can’t help but grow.
★ That Grey Area
When Sam and Dean discover that their fellow friend and hunter is in fact getting involved in witchcraft, they can’t help but take matters into their own hands.
☆ The Exception
Y/n and Dean have been silently pining for one another since they first met. Though, things suddenly start to come out when the two venture on a hunt on their own.
☆ Bad Dreams
When the mark begins to conjure vicious nightmares for Dean, it’s only a matter of time before his best friend finds out.
★ Places We Shouldn’t Go
When Y/n suffers a panic attack at a crowded bar, the brothers do all they can to help calm her.
☆ Unwind
After a long hunt, both of the brothers are tired and in need of Y/n’s comfort.
Sam Winchester
☆ Coffee Stains and Stolen Jackets
Sam is utterly infatuated with a girl in his weekly lecture. When she comes in one day, wearing a coffee stained shirt, he offers her his jacket; it just so happens to be the start of something.
★ Places We Shouldn’t Go
When Y/n suffers a panic attack at a crowded bar, the brothers do all they can to help calm her.
☆ Unwind
After a long hunt, both of the brothers are tired and in need of Y/n’s comfort.
Casitel Novak
★ Healing Wounds
Y/n usually sits behind the front lines, doing all she can to research the monsters that the brothers slaughter. When the girl finds herself shoved into the frontlines, Cass worries it may go south. When it does, he struggles to keep his feelings to himself.
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Sleeping covered in warm fluffy wings is the absolute dream.
This concludes the “Adam’s Birthday” Art Saga! There are not enough words on how much I love the two of them and how grateful I am for this fandom and it’s Nr. 1 fan that inspired this whole day!
Adam’s Birthday shenanigans inspired by Jake Abel answering a question about what Michael and Adam would do on that day.
For everyone who screamed at me in the Tags and made this day extra special: I see you and I love you 💙
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Summary: After getting cursed with a fear spell, (Y/n) has to hide her pain from Dean and Sam.
Warnings: None I hope
Pre-relationship
God you hated witches. One of the reasons being that most of them were evil; But the main reason was nearly every witch hunt you, Sam, and Dean go on, you end up getting cursed. And this hunt wasn't an exception.
The three of you and a witch stood in a grimy cabin, you had her cornered. Relief creeped up your spine way too soon. That's how you got hit by her stupid little spell.
You were launched into a wall, Sam ran towards you while Dean shot the witch with a witch killing bullet. "(Y/n)!" Sam knelt next to your worn-out body, Dean following. "I'm fine, chill." Dean scoffed. "You just got thrown through a fucking wall, fine my ass." You rolled your eyes, trying to stand.
Sam held his hand out, you reached to grab it but pausing when you noticed someone in the corner of the room. You pushed yourself away from Sam and Dean and to the other side of the room in utter terror. "(Y/n)?" Dean called out in confusion, but you didn't hear him.
You were to focused on the fact that fucking Lucifer was standing in the same room as you. Didn't you guys kill him? Why aren't Sam and Dean reacting?
Questions ran through your head a mile a minute. And then it hit you like a train. It was the spell. You recalled part of the Latin incantation the witch had mumbled to herself, something about fear. You groaned and leaned your head on the wall behind you. It was a fear spell. Lucifer was just a simple hallucination. He wasn't real.
Now you'd think that Lucifer would be Sam's worst fear, which albeit, probably is; But you got sent to the cage a year after selling your soul to save an old friend. Maybe it was a mix up? Or that you were apart of the Winchester's happy little family. You didn't know, and you no longer cared. You just knew that this was going to be a pain in your ass until you figured out how to reverse it.
***
The three of you made it back to the Bunker in good condition, well, good condition for a hunter. "So do you want to tell us what happened back there." Dean said as he sat down at one of the library tables with a beer, Sam standing at the end of the table with his arms crossed.
You sighed and pinched your nose. "I think that witch hit me with some sort of illusion spell." Sam raised a curious brow, "But Dean killed the witch. So why is the spell still working." You paced and threw your arms in the air out of frustration. "I don't know, but this illusion definitely isn't friendly." Dean furrowed his brows. "What do you mean Sweetheart?"
You breathed in and sat on top of the table. "I think it was a spell that has to do something with my worst fear, because that's what I'm seeing right now." Your eyes darted over to Lucifer who was wiggling his fingers at you like a giddy child. "Aww, I thought you'd miss me. I'm hurt." You glared at the hallucination, "I didn't miss shit."
Dean and Sam glanced at one another before looking back at you. Sam gave you a worried look and asked the question that both of the brothers wanted to hear. "What are you seeing (Y/n)?" You looked at Lucifer, who waved his hands hands at you. "Go on (Y/n). Tell the dear old boys what you're seeing."
You locked eyes with Sam, knowing he'd understand. "Lucifer." Dean's jaw tensed and Sam stood straighter. "Has he done anything?" Dean asked, his protective side coming out. "No, he's just annoying."
Sam took his phone out and started typing. "I'll ask Rowena about your situation." You sighed and started walking towards the hall. "I'm going to my room, I need to think."
***
The next few days were living Hell. You didn't sleep, Lucifer never shut up, you could barely get through a meal without getting 'stabbed' by him. The only time he left you alone was when you had to use the bathroom. You guessed the bastard had some standards.
You were constantly scared or in pain. Despite Lucifer trying to be "friendly" all you could think about was your time in the pit. Every movement you made had you on edge. And the people in your life took notice.
Dean would watch movies with you in his Dean-cave to try and draw your attention away from Satan. Cas would stay up and talk with you because he didn't need rest, and you weren't getting rest anytime soon. Sam would find more lore for you to research so your mind could wonder into something less negative.
Despite everyone's efforts, things only seemed to get worse. You were forgetful due to lack of sleep. You were unmotivated and snappy. The worst part was the fact that you flinched at every little movement, and as much as it was killing you, Dean was also suffering.
It hurt to watch you so scared. It hurt to see you flinch at him. It hurt when you'd say things you didn't mean. It hurt. He wished he could help, but he had no idea where to even start. Sure, they contacted Rowena, but she herself was still trying to find away to reverse the spell. He, Sam, and Cas would go hours on end looking at witch lore, hoping to find any sort of clue.
***
It was a quiet Sunday morning, Sam was in the library doing Sam-things, Dean was snoring away, and Cas was God-knows-where. Lucifer had been relatively quiet the last few hours, or as quiet as the Devil could be. You made yourself a large breakfast, Lucifer bothering you made it hard to eat, but since he was quiet you could actually get something into your system.
You sat across from Sam as he read lore, your eyes darting around the room, expecting Lucifer to pop out at any moment. "Is he bothering you right now?" You looked up at Sam as you shoveled a fork-full of scrambled eggs into your mouth. "No, he's being quiet this morning." "Well that's good." You looked to the doorway where Dean's voice had come from. Dean walked towards the table, taking a seat next to you.
"That's exactly why I'm on edge... more so than usual." You grabbed a plate and put bacon and eggs on it, handing it to Dean. "Thanks Sweetheart." He drank his coffee before continuing. "As much as I appreciate your great cooking, I don't want you pushing yourself. You're absolutely exhausted as it is."
A small smile made its way to your lips, "It's fine Dean, I need to stay distracted." You looked back down at your plate and continued to eat, Dean staring at you with concern written all over his face.
Everything was peaceful in that short time. No Lucifer, no bad moods, or flinching. Dean felt a little better about your condition now. Maybe the spell only lasted a certain amount of time? He wasn't sure, but he was glad you were feeling better.
Sam smiled to himself, also happy that his best friend's condition was improving.
They were wrong. Even you thought you were improving, but it was just some cruel joke Lucifer decided to play.
"I haven't even been gone a day and you're already talking about me." You jumped up as Lucifer appeared behind Sam's seat. You gripped your fork, your knuckles turning white. This didn't go unnoticed by Sam and Dean. They both knew what had happened.
Dean wanted to hug you, but he knew better. Ever since Lucifer started hanging around, your reflexes were even sharper. Every slight touch sent you into a fit. Cas learned that the hard way when he tried to grab your attention by grabbing your shoulder.
Lucifer pulled a hunting knife out of his coat. "I thought you enjoyed my company (Y/n)." He made his way around the table, now standing behind your chair. Sam and Dean watched your movements carefully. "Don't kid yourself Lucifer, I've never like your company and you know it."
Lucifer knelt down, his mouth now level with your ear. You closed your eyes and dropped your fork. Opting to squeeze Dean's arm instead. Lucifer drew hid blade down your cheek. The cut drawing blood. Obviously, you were the only one who saw and felt the blood, the pain wasn't real. But it felt real to you.
"I waited awhile to bother you again. I thought I'd give you a moment of serenity, only to rip it right out of your hands." He continued to leave little cuts all across your shoulders and neck. "It's pitiful to watch really."
A bang from the front door made you snap your eyes open. You still had a death-grip on Dean's arm. Dean knew not to move away from you, not when you were so vulnerable. Dean nodded at Sam, a silent signal. Sam went to the door, grabbing his gun on the way.
He opened the door to a grinning Rowena. "Hello boys!' She made her descent down the steps, looking at your exhausted form. "And girl." Dean looked at Rowena, seriousness etched into his rugged features. "Did you figure out how to reverse the spell." Rowena set her duffel bag on the table. "I indeed did find away to reverse this wee spell."
Your back straightened, a tired smile pulling at your lips. "Really?" Your body filled with hope, and Dean would be dammed if your reaction to the news wasn't the most adorable thing ever. Though he'd never admit that to anyone but himself.
"Yes Dearie, it was strenuous, but I couldn't leave my favorite hunter like this." She began setting up the things needed for the spell. Rowena handed Sam a drawing. "Mark that on the floor with this." Rowena handed Sam a jar of some strange liquid. Sam went to work painting the symbol as you and Dean sat at the table waiting. Dean wanted to help, but your death-grip on his forearm said otherwise.
"Alright Dear, step into the circle." You let go of Dean and walked to the symbol on the ground. You stood in the middle, Dean stood just outside the circle for support. "Ready?" Rowena asked as she pulled a small book out of her bag. "More than ready."
Rowena began chanting in Latin. The lights in the room flickered and the shelves rattled. Soon enough the ruckus stopped, along with Rowena's chanting.
You opened your eyes to a room with only you, Sam, Dean, and Rowena. You stepped out of the circle in relief. "Thank you Rowena." Rowena smiled, but it turned to a frown when you collapsed. Luckily, Dean was there to catch you.
Dean smiled fondly at your unconscious form, "She's been waiting for this nap for awhile now." Sam and Rowena smiled. "I'll take her to her room." Dean said as he turned and made his way down the hallway with you in his arms.
Dean sat you on your bed gently, covering you in blankets. He leaned down and kissed the crown of your head, whispering.
Isn't it nice to know that Dean is alive and well, living his best life in peace and happiness with the love of his life?
Repaint of an edit I found on Pinterest (if anyone knows the original creator let me know so I can credit them properly!). The quote is an altered line from my own fanfic What You Deserve.
Also THANKS to @charlies-secret-closet for quote search and lending me her beautiful fonts:)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 10/10
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Castiel, Benny Lafitte, Charlie Bradbury, Gilda (Supernatural)
Additional Tags: I almost titled this: I Went On Vacation And All I Got Was This Enormous Crush, but I decided it was too silly, ( I know right?), AU, daddy!Gabriel, Gabriel has two little girls in this, he's a widower, he and Cas are cousins, Blow Jobs, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Light Dom/sub, (very light), Anal Sex, Pining, Gabriel is sad and lonely and kind of an idiot sometimes, I'm sensing a theme in my stuff, Dean runs a diner, Cas is snarky AND sneaky, Snark, Fluff and Humor, For a given value of humor, The Holiday crossover, Angst, but not as much as usual I swear, It's mostly just fun
Summary:
A crossover AU loosely based on the film The Holiday with Sam and Gabriel where Sam and Castiel swap houses for a month. Sam ends up next door to Gabriel, a widower with two young girls, and Castiel ends up sharing a house with Dean. Shenanigans, obviously, ensue.
Review: Hi ya’ll sorry this is a day late but here it is! So The Holiday is one of my all time favorite Christmas Movies, it isn’t the holidays unless I watch it once kinda thing so when I found this story I was totally in love. @greymichaela inserted both Sabriel and Destiel beautifully into the story. It’s a perfect loveable tale and I will always highly recommend it. So you know what I’m gonna say this story is truly a 10/10!
So I’m trying not to think about Dean pacing outside Sam’s door, trying to work up the nerve to approach him. He may have put his finger on the doorbell, but pulled back. “What if he tells me to get lost?”
But then I think about Sam, when he aced his LSATs and almost dialed Dean’s number 100 times. “What if he just doesn’t care anymore?”
And then I wonder, how many times each of them said a small prayer everytime their phones rang “Please be him” or answered random “unknown callers” just in case.
Did Dean ever write out a postcard to send Sam when he was at a location he knew Sam would like? Or did Sam ever sit through a movie he hated just because he knew Dean would love it , and for a moment they would feel close to each other again?
Did Dean ever look at a picture of the 2 of them and whisper “I didn’t mean to chase you away” or did Sam ever look at a picture and whisper “I didn’t want to leave you”
Then I imagine Dean driving around Stanford just to catch a glimpse of his brother and make sure he’s okay. And Sam feeling his heart skip a beat everytime he saw an old black car, and then break a little more when it wasn’t Dean.
“I could just call him” they woud both say on their Birthdays, Christmas, and any time the nights were too dark and the air felt empty around them. Did they ever look up at the stars and wonder if the other was looking too?
I wonder how their hearts felt that moment they were finally in each other’s space again. Dean’s smile, Sam’s breathlessness. I wonder, did they not hug each other for fear the other would feel their heart pounding out of their chest?
I try not to think of these things..... but all too often I fail miserably. 💔😭
